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Chuck Jan 2015
There are three major stages of the English Language
According to historians and linguists alike

There is Old English when Beowulf defeated Grendel
And Middle English when Shakespeare birthed his sonnets
Finally, Modern English when Harry Potter spun his magic

However, I believe historians and linguists
Will say we are now in the midst of a fourth

I like to believe we are part of the history of language
But what will it be called? Tecno English or Neotext English?
IDK, but u will c um right. Just :) and $ me lates #stagesofenglish
I truly believe we have to be in another stage of English from the industrial revolution and on. Think about how many new words have been created. Yes, even text talk may be standard someday. It is a tough time to be an English teacher. :) But I love the language.
  Jan 2015 Chuck
Liz And Lilacs
Poetry isn't about the words,
Or the emotions,
Or sounding beautiful,
Or looking smart,
Or knowing big words
Like ephemeral.
It isn't about alliteration
Or similes and metaphors.
Poetry is about what it doesn't say.
The silence between the words,
That's what matters.
Chuck Jan 2015
Snow
Dances
And floats down
White haze backdrop
Filling the window
Romantic fantasies
Sleigh rides and hot chocolate
Childhood dreams of fun and frolic
Coating the earth in white beauty
That beaches and sun will never know
This is for everyone who has never experienced the feeling that only a fresh snow can deliver.
Chuck Jan 2015
I'm burning with the acrid fuels of Hell's abominable furry!
Who or what can dredge such stifling pain?
Is it a scorned lover, or the betrayal of a trusted confidant?
Whatever it is, it shall pass as if a Prilosec hindered the pumps of acid.
Turn on the extinguisher. Get passed it. Be the antacid of your soul.
Chuck Jan 2015
Two doors meet locked shut
One closes the other tight
The other's unhinged
Chuck Jan 2015
The wind blew
The snow flew
The storm grew
And we didn't know what to do

So we ran inside
The winds died
The storm subside
And we took our sleds for a ride

The rides done
We had fun
Goodnight sun
A new snow has just begun
Chuck Jan 2015
We pass on our memories to generations to come
Will we pass on all of our failures, along with triumphs?
Or will we be the omniscient evaluators to filter out pain?

People's victories and defeats spon individuality
The only "sameness" in our lives is that we are all humans
Colorful and beautiful in our smiles and well earned scars

We are "The Givers" of our lives to future generations
Don't hold back! Don't revise. Don't disguise wounds.
Be "The Giver" of the Truth. Be "The Giver" of your life.
Celebrate you.
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